Ódiame

Hate me for mercy, I beg you
Hate me without measure or mercy
I hate, I want more than indifference
Because resentment hurts less than forgetting

Hate me for mercy, I beg you
Hate me without measure or mercy
I hate, I want more than indifference
Because resentment hurts less than forgetting

If you hate me, I will be convinced
That you loved me, my love, insistently
But keep in mind according to experience
That only what is loved is hated
But keep in mind according to experience
That only what is loved is hated

What is worth more, me humble and you proud?
Or your weak beauty is worth more
Think that at the bottom of the pit
We will wear the same clothes

Think that at the bottom of the pit
We will wear the same clothes

If you hate me, I will be convinced
That you loved me, my love, insistently
But keep in mind according to experience
That only what is loved is hated
But keep in mind according to experience
That only what is loved is hated, what is loved